Unworthy
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Dik Dik had his share of girlfriends and boyfriends in his life. He had felt worthy (sometimes more then worthy) of them all.
His boyfriends and girlfriends had been all sorts of types: artists, musicians, activists, doctors and even supermodels.
They were cynical, pseudo-intellectual, real intellectual, haughty, brash, and sarcastic.
None of them could have been considered sweet or sincere.
They weren't people who would admit to imperfection or bad hair days and especially not bad b.o. days.
None of them would attend to the graves of the elderly lesbian couple from which they got their cats from.
None of them hung their underwear on a clothesline or patched their favorite pair of jeans.
To make a long story short, none of them were Wally Tusket.
Dik Dik was more in love with Wally then any other of his girlfriends or boyfriends.
Wally was a very sweet and sincere salt of they Earth type in Dik Dik eyes.
Which is exactly why Dik Dik felt so unworthy of Wally.
Dik Dik knew he was considered smart, sexy and agile, but he knew he wasn't sweet.
People thought he was rather superficial. It was stupid to think otherwise.
Wally wasn't considered incredibly handsome or super-intelligent in the conventional way of thinking, but he had kindness, sincerity and generosity in spades.
Wally could care about others, strangers even, without a single thought.
Wally deserved some one just as nice as he was, someone who was worthy of him.
That someone wasn't Dik Dik.